Hello, my nonexistent audience! I haven't updated this in awhile, due to a terrible cycle of alternating between being busy and being lazy. To keep you all occupied, here's something I wrote back during Manowar Week. I was going to write entries while listening to
Hail to England, before we all decided to just post plain old reviews in the Manowar Week thread. It's just a side story that happens in the time gap between the story so far in Blood and Diamonds, and the next chapter (which takes place days after the last entry).
I only wrote a single entry in the side story before the idea got shot down. It's pretty tiny, as I was going to update the side story daily in small pieces. I'll be sure to write more bite-sized expansions for it in the days to come, though. Keeping true to the music that originally inspired this side story, I'll be listening to 1980s heavy metal as I write more chapters for it.
So, without further introduction, here it is. And if you don't know who Sam is, then you should pay more attention!
Side Story: Sam, Part One
Sam was unable to open her eyes, yet she could sense everything that was happening around her. She felt the sting of extreme pain constantly course through her body, the smell of metal and electrical fires invading her nostrils, and the sound of hammers and drills resonating heavily through her ears. Every now and then, the pain would be broken off by a cold and dull feeling that swept over her, and she would get a tingling sensation in her right arm and leg as if they had a terrible itch that she was unable to scratch. In time, she was able to regain control of her eyes, and she slowly opened them. She was completely unsure of what to expect; part of her found it fairly reasonable to assume that she was undergoing some sort of operation, but there was still a large part of her that couldn’t be dissuaded from believing that she had died back in that apartment. Stan always
had said that her recklessness would get her killed some day. Nevertheless, she stared hard into the gloomy darkness in front of her, and turned her head around to scan her surroundings. While the room was very dimly lit and her vision was blurry, she eventually managed to make out a few figures nearby. They were moving around, working on some series of tasks as bright sparks flew through the air.
In time, one of the figures noticed that she had awakened, and approached her. Sam squinted hard at them as they drew near, and recognized them as one of the strange looking people who had bested her during her attempt to kill Luke. “Hello,” he said, picking up some kind of screwdriver and then leaning over her arm. Sam had a multitude of questions for him, however, in her current mental state, “Where am I?” was all that she could muster herself to ask. “You’re still in Luke’s apartment. You’ve been here ever since your ill-planned and ill-fated assassination attempt. Please, hold still…” he responded. She turned her head further to see just what he was doing beside her, and was understandably surprised at what she saw; everything below her right shoulder was now some sort of metal contraption, vaguely shaped liked a prosthetic, and the alien was tightening a few small screws. Sam was shocked for a moment, now remembering that her arm and leg had been destroyed before she had passed out. And upon looking down towards her feet, her suspicion that her leg had been replaced with machinery as well was confirmed.